the problem really is......i am not a flower whose name most people would know. i am not exotic like the lily or the orchid. people wouldnt like to spend money to take beautiful long dark green stalks on which i ride gloriously with the wind. i am not sure if that's ll taht bad. i do not need to go through the torture of being cut at the knees and then left to silently turn into a leper in absket full of salt water. these humans seem to think that salt burns only on their wounds. who am i to tell them?

if they cant read whats written on every leaf. if they cant read the lines inscribed in each flower and leaf and the veins which carry life...not just nutrition but also the fate of all of us. of them. they have learnt indeed to turn a blind eye.

i know all the uses humans put us to. i just cant help wondering if i am ever to know when i am still in control of my destiny...what it is that i was blesssed this life for. but this is the beauty of life. nobody knows who is pulling the strings on which you ultimately trip to fall. and even if they did. how many of us could change it? the tiger lily really just likes to bask in teh sun. to see its shine mingling with the glow of sun afar. but it is torn apart and looks at the sun only through huge glass houses if it is not thrust into the cloistered offices.